Little Layzie made the plan up, and Wish said I wouldn’t bust, ‘til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin’ ‘em off, what?/ When I was a baby, pops callin’ me bitch, hurtin’ my moms, gimme the reason to stop your breathin’ and I will leave him eatin’ lesions/ I ain’t even drop the bomb/ In the nineties i’m at Juvi, ‘til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin’ and shootin’ Uzis/ You won’t punk me, a stack don’t front me, no crack, put it up and laugh, and get with the Bone Thugs mash/ In the winter walkin’, real weezy, by myself, and dreams of hookin’ with Eazy made me queezy, maybe no food and bad health/ You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins, and plus, my groins stay poised, and only count on yourself/ Damn, who would’ve found thanks, swing, I’m slick/ And even though i’ma stick all of my shit, you better back off ‘em, bitch/ Remember crack them broads blastin’ with Duece, Duece isn’t missin’ over some dick, I’m still laughin’ on my mission
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You gotta be careful where you go/ You gotta be careful what you do/ You gotta be careful who you use/ You gotta be careful who you choose
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See, in the trenches with my henchmen, respecting the blessings given on the commison, while my pops is all locked up in prison (I miss him)/ With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve/ Hell, I love my children, all is well/ Oh yeah, sell a key for payments, see my baby’s need it daily/ Lay Lay, I see you’re shady, huh/ Niggas must be crazy. I love my lady, but no way will she play me for pay, baby/ And I'm down for mine, give up my money, money/ Nigga, they can’t fade me, make it clear, hustlin’ year to year, why don’t you lend in need, ‘cause niggas is out here strugglin/ Holdin’ back the tears, but it ain’t nothin/ Somethin’, somethin’, but enough to blow up the functions, one of my homies that I buck with, oh
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You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do/ Go fuck who you wanna fuck, smoke with whoever you want to, wait a minute, when it might haunt you/ And while every nigga in jail found the Lord, ‘cause it’s time to visit the parole board/ I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor/ I’m comin’ up outta this mothafucka thru the door/ Niggas come when the money’s abundant, but then start runnin’ when it ain’t no fun, and when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick, tellin’ me to think about my kids/ Big bitch, swear to God, they ain’t punk/ You can't turn a ho into a house wife, or fake niggas into real niggas, where everybody wanna be in the limelight, or they wanna be the killers to the frontline/ Stickin’ to the message, ‘cause other mothafuckas have you thinkin’ like prison/ They ain’t tryin’ to go to Heaven, might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself (Buck buck)/ I had a vision of a little division, I’m on a mission traveling the world, talk to all the little children, the adults is fake, and don’t listen, watch your back, a nigga had a premonition
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-Bizzy Bone-
I don't wanna rock the pump but I'ma do it if I have to pop the trunk/ And I'ma get em when they thinkin they missed me what nigga that thuggish ruggish fucked him up (Sing it dejay ... reach on, reach on)